21 going on to 17

i'm 21.
my license expired
my passport is being renewed
i'm technically 17
fuck me

LF's 21 BARS

http://www.zshare.net/audio/193050105462858f/

i go by LF
i dropped the kid
i'm 21 now
on my grown man biz
celly bill is hella high international pros
no roaming charges so local calls is a no go
what it doo baby
leave ya weezy baby
like weezy f baby
when i f ya baby
and to my past
f ya baby
i respect ladies
but this bitch is crazy
humidifying i'm clearing the air
now who wanna be the ms. to
the man of the yearrr.
i can manage you like i'm ari gold
baby u sick - lemme catch a cold
i see you smiling - i comprehend
i see you smiling - ima apprehend
now i could extend on what i intend
but but imma leave it short and instead
just let the cards fall where they descend
holla @ him if u wanna boyfriend
cause u listenin' to a manfriend

RTA 147 - Law & Ethics

10:47 i was visually stimulated by this weeks issue of "vue weekly" being passed to me in a disscusion of sex exploitation in media.

10:57 still stimulated.

is it right? is it wrong? all in all it had gnarly innuendo photos, it was classy 'cause there was no cock shots.

i love college,
lance


p.s still stimulated - pick up a copy to decide for yourself.

supersoak that hoe... hoe=jeans

8:53am i wake up from the person beside me on the bus rustling her shit together as she gets off. why am i cold? i take a second to think about it as i take my backpack off my lap to secure a "no dirty hobo" buffer zone to the seat beside me. why is my backpack soaking? i finally get my shit together in my head. did i just piss myself? no. i unzip my backpack realizing that my water bottle had opened, filling my backpack of water destroying my hard earned 1 week of notes (haha).

i look down.

the genitalia region with a circumference of about a 6 inch radius all around drenched in what was water contained in my gnarly NAIT water bottle.

8:57am i panic.

9:00am i get off @ grant mac (i'm thinking i don't mind embarassing myself AS MUCH as i would at my own school) i run to the washroom and begin the drying process.

9:10am still wet

9:17 still wet and i realize that people are waiting to use the stall (p.s i'm in the handicapped one) and this whole time they haven't heard any dookie noises, just constant rubbing.

9:23 my pants are finally dry, the people are still outside. i pull a fake flush and act cool with my head high hahah.

DAMN!

hoooooooly SHIT! you lames can keep talkin' bout rihanna aka five-head (bigger than a forehead). my baby mama #172 Ciara covers the October cover of VIBE.

hershey kisses